Sunday, December 22, 2013

Several years I taxied people to their work at a hotel laundry five days each week--and picked them up after their job. The four of them were "mentally challenged", in slang words, "retarded". The trip each way lasted nearly an hour. Coaches and counselors worked with these people regularly, but on these long rides, I could not help myself from an attempt at entertaining them--helping them to be happy, rather than bored or despondent.A small pocket-sized tape recorder did the trick. Me, the driver, became Steve, the radio interview guy. Interviewing each in turn, I asked questions about their lives, work, parents, home, goals. After each taped interview, I'd play it back so all five had opportunity to hear each other's "life story". This went on for a number of months, before we all tired of it, ran out of questions as well as responses.Typical interview began simply:Q. Hello what is YOUR name?A. Da-Low-Russ!Q. And Delores, what do you do?A. Work!

And progressed in a week, to somewhat more revealing details:Q. Dolly, (we had changed her name from Da-Low-russ...) what do like to do at home?A. Help my sister clean house and do dishes. I like doing that. She wants me DON'T BREAK ANYTHING! I love my sister.Q. John, what do you do in your spare time?A. Well (ahem!) Steve...(pause, clearing throat)

I-I-I d-do a little bit of this,

a little bit of that,

and little bit of everything else!

NOTE:After many days, our interviews got so complicated, that I'd write out questions for them at night at home...to keep the connection--and the fun--going.

These four (I remember their names even now, after 20 years!) changed over the course of time...and so did I. We became a closely knitted group, we prayed, talked, joked, and laughed together...a LOT!

I grew to love my "crew". One, a tiny, old black guy, was a deaf-mute...never looked up, never smiled, or joined in. I discovered that he might hear some things, because sometimes--in my rear-vision mirror--I caught him smiling at something which was repeated on tape. But he never spoke, although I had a feeling he could. There had probably been some trauma in his life. To this day, when someone asks me what I did for my life's work, I answer,

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Little ones--picture this sight:Bethlehem shook, shiveredas Child born that nightInside stable--the real Body and Blood,inside His little chest, enough warm loveto make water out of snow,to engulf whole world, wholly blestwith gifts--eternal Heart-flow Roused from unblanketed sleepby angelic music of highest fidelity,groupings of old shepherds and sheepfound their way to barn, breathlessly. And warmly and warm,seated on frosted grassthey attendedfirst midnight massanimals knowingly benttheir knees to witnessmost spectacular event:birth of the OneWho am, which God had sent.Watch what happened next!They rode in with the wind--noscooters, but on camels--satthree smartest guysone totally black,one with squinty-eyes...gifts in their sack.Many weeks, many milesthey had day and night followed slow-moving sky light

and now gazed,amazed--at Most Bright...Lamb of God metface-to-face with blind mankind.

Sun risessun sets.But this Son would shine forever.During brief span of time,barely third of a centuryhe spent humbly sublime.He found donkey and mounted.Rode through crowded street."Hail, King" they shouted.Thousands people did greetalong the way--as by nowthat little babe, child of wonderhad become a man.

Only a few days laterbody broken asunderhe died to loud sounds--tympanic thunder.Curtain ripped anddropped. Earth moved.Darkness descended.a lifesuddenly thwarted in a single moment stopped--and started--by Steve Eedited and reposted from december 2012

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

at age six I ran away from home.it's hard to run awaywhen not even allowed to cross the friggin' street,for to meet patient destinylife's ageless spandaily became same:flurried blurs,factasy avowedto who--and you,while crossingour own avenuebrief--duration of lifeyet painfuly slow,filled with strifewhen time to go.ought I...cross this path?thought I, "no"...hmmm!"I no longer love herthat's certain...but maybe I do love her?--love is so shortforgetting is so long *"*Pablo Neruda, 1904-1973near age something-nineoh yes! I felt fine.in unison voices...loud!hear them! “run, run, feet.but don't cross that street!”sweetest bird-sounds,violin among tall treesashes and butterfliestogether flew by--a brother deceased,un-wombed...spread by breeze,entombedin the universewhispered to mein foreign code,“...do not cross that road!”steve eas edited from one april 2012 posting
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Thursday, November 21, 2013

(ode to a moment)ah, peace, play simply, enough...for each moment wherein i spend my life.this instant,lived in gratefulattitude, love, extends itself to countless moments;moments of less stuff--but enough.

as if each "now"is one of happiness.it can be, yes?most of mine are!are yours?NMW? (No Matter What?)every single instant.happy news about a friend came my way.happily restedin God's armsi feel inall moments of yesterday ...and today--steveroni

Over @ dVerse, Tony has us writing odes, in the shadow for Neruda---speak your mind, use your 2 cents, while you got it---doors open @ 3 pm EST.

Monday, November 4, 2013

In order to show my blogging friends one of my weekend activities, I wrote this--funny, at 2 AM it sounded pretty good. NOW I doubt, so it's time to PUBLISH!

Nearly every Saturday or Sunday, in front of that first tall window to right of the altar canopy, stands a man playing a violin--me.In front of 1,000 seats, some with people--grin!

Eileen, a pianist/organist/choir director and a good musician besides, accompanies me. Four years we've worked together and so we pretty well click musically.

Example of what we will play this week:the second and third movements of Vivaldi Violin Concerto (a minor). Other composer favorites of ours (mine--grin!) are Bach, Mozart, Mendelssohn (Songs Without Words), Schubert, Beethoven (from Moonlight Sonata--it is bee-you-tee-full!)...and more. Always more!

Virtual Sheet Music allows me--for a few bucks annually--to download and print literally thousands of all catagories of music. We have a steady stream of different stuff to perform, not all of it "easy". This keeps me practicing. I've been playing violin seventy-four years (started at ahe 5 or 6), and so one might rightly say, "Isn't it about time to quit?" Sherlock Holmes and Albert Einstein played violin (not duets--grin!) and functioned well until they died--did Sherlock EVER die?Whatever. It is fun and rewarding and actually helps some people to pray and meditate (again...me?) before mass begins. Also I play for weddings and funerals--for the record. HA!In a former life--grin! I worked as a violinist in Music Hall as a member of the Cincinnati Symphony Orchestra:

Since childhood, scents have been my intriguer--love country odors; skunk, wild onions, chocolate milk, sour cream, musk, a city in early morning, sweat, perfumes. On an elevator I sometimes entertain strangers by naming their perfume. Hence, when I discovered a blog post titled Pheromones, a short poem began to form.

SPLAT!!!

Ces Adorio, Artist, Writer, Researcher, Landscaper

Humpty Dumpty Unknowingly Playing His Farewell Sonata One Hour Prior To Sitting On The Wall. 8"x10" archival ink on 11"x14" Bristol board

IN THE ENDonly three things matter:

How much you lived,

how gently you loved,

how gracefully you let go of

things not meant for you

--Buddha

About Me

Naples, Florida, United States

Naples, Florida, United States
This...so you know me a little, then either stay as a friend or leave the room quietly--grin! Steve E, Sober 41 years. Married to Anna, Born May 25, 1933, raised on farm near Cincinnati, Ohio. Living in Naples FL since 1964. My blog-goal is to write what I think, feel, observe, live, what I've learned and even more--UNLEARNED. I like to write poetry. Since I do not know how, I'm not bound by rules, traditions. Naturally I'll write about my recovery as an alcoholic/addict. Also my purpose is to spread some happiness, because that is what I AM...most of the time. HAPPY, JOYFUL, FREE and at PEACE! And that is my wish for YOU TOO!